"Victory is the only option. Defeat is forbidden!"
The speaker was a Half Venerable old man carrying a heavy ancient turtle shell on his back.
That was right.
He was the Half Venerable clan elder of the Mystic Turtle Clan.
Hovering in the air, he looked down upon the endless Demon Race army stretching for tens of thousands of miles below. Half Venerable pressure surged boundlessly around him, his expression solemn and resolute.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Certain victory!!"
Hundreds of thousands of Demon Race soldiers below roared as one.
Their fighting intent pierced the heavens.
The towering waves of sound swept across the eight directions, scattering the gloom between heaven and earth.
The next moment, the turtle-shelled old man abruptly swept his hand downward and shouted sternly:
"Move out!"
An order issued was as immovable as a mountain. The Demon Race army stretching for tens of thousands of miles instantly split apart. Several thousand elite squads rose into the air, transforming into dense streams of light as they charged at the Human Race's Great Array defense line from every direction.
Their speed was like startling thunder.
In less than a quarter of an hour...
the Demon Race army that had densely filled the skies had all rushed to the battlefield.
Within a thousand-mile expanse of airspace, only a single elite squad remained.
Every Demon Race Mortal Cultivator in this squad possessed a condensed aura and formidable combat strength, landing without a sound.
In the blink of an eye, they had swept before the Human Race's Formation Light Screen, which connected heaven and earth.
Without a word, they directly activated all the demon power in their bodies, brought forth their accompanying supreme treasures, and launched an incomparably fierce assault against the thick Formation Light Screen.
In an instant, earth-shaking roars thundered across